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Wolf in Gucci Loafers (Tales of the Harker Pack #2)
by Tara Lain
Blurb:
Socialite Lindsey Vanessen wants someone to love who will love him back — an impossibility for a gay, half-human, half-werewolf. Too aggressive for humans, too gay for wolves, and needing to protect the pack from human discovery, Lindsey tries to content himself with life as a successful businessman. But when someone starts kidnapping members of wealthy families, Lindsey meets tough cop Seth Zakowsy—the hunky embodiment of everything Lindsey wants but can't have.
Seth has never been attracted to flamboyant men. What would the guys in the department think of Lindsey? But intrigue turns to lust when he discovers Lindsey’s biting, snarling passion more than matches his dominant side. It might mean a chance at love for a cop in black leather and a wolf in Gucci loafers.
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Excerpt 1
“Much as I love the opportunity, I don’t want to waste time driving.” He cocked a grin at Lindsey in the dark car.
“Don’t worry. You won’t. Drive.”
“Okay.” He hit the accelerator. Holy shit. Instant speed. No rumble, no roar, no lag or leaping ahead. Just zero to infinity with a touch. “Wow. This is freaky!”
“Fun, isn’t it?”
“Give me directions.”
“Okay. Pull down your fly.
“What?” He glanced over, but Lindsey’s face was not smiling—intense, actually.
“You want directions? You got them. Pull out your cock!”
He swallowed but reached down and pulled the zipper on his very crowded trousers. This sounded promising.
“Get it out!”
“Okay, okay.” He reached in, grabbed his leaking rod, and pulled it from its prison. Man, just rubbing on his briefs was almost too much. That was one sensitive cock. The thing stuck up out of his fly like a puppet.
“Pull the balls out too. I like balls.”
Seth chuckled. “Your wish is my command.” He flopped his balls out of the fly. They were already so tight they barely bobbled.
“Very, very pretty. Definitely Connecticut
“Shit, feel free.”
“Drive carefully. Keep your eyes on the road.” Lindsey laughed.
Only a small space and a brake lever separated the two seats. Lindsey leaned over, insinuated his head into Seth’s lap and breathed. Oh man, hot breath warmed the tip of his dick.
“He seems glad to see me.”
Seth could barely breathe, much less talk.
Lindsey swallowed the thing whole. Sheeee-it! Heat flashed through Seth’s balls and up his spine like he’d been shot. The car swerved. Damn. He gripped the wheel and slowed down.
Lindsey’s lips popped off. “This is your driver training course. All gay cops must drive while receiving head.” He shoved Seth’s dick back in his mouth and sucked.
Oh God. His hips bobbed. Fuck. Fuck. His knuckles on the wheel were white, but he didn’t want to give up and stop. The speed and sucking went together like peanut butter and jelly. The quiet in the car was punctuated by low growling sounds coming from the suckfest in his lap. What was up with the guy? But man, the sounds were right on the money. He felt like a fucking animal.
His balls tightened further and tingling tickled at the base of his spine. “Lindsey, I’m going to come. I gotta stop. I’ll wreck the car.”
Lindsey came up beside him. “So, let me look at you.” The guy stood back and regarded Seth up and down like a piece of prime beef. “Yes, well, lovely, but maybe a little casual for the occasion. I know it sounds like an athletic event, but really it’s more”—he waved a hand gracefully—“shall we say, social?” He walked around Seth, making a “hmmm” sound.
“Look, I don’t care about the social niceties. I just want to catch a fucking kidnapper.”
“Ah yes, yes, but we catch more flies with—Armani.” He laughed. “Come with me.”
It wasn’t a trial to follow that butt.
Lindsey threw open a door, and Seth walked in behind him. “Holy shit.”
Lindsey turned and placed a hand on his chest. “Yes, dear, I know. Decadent. It may be the sign of a devolving civilization, but this is my closet.”
This was a room his family home could fit in twice. “Department stores don’t have this many clothes.”
“Dear, dear. We never shop at department stores.” He waved a hand down his body. “Obviously, nothing that fits me is going to fit you.” He touched the epaulet on the leather jacket. “Those shoulders. Oh my.” He sighed. “Anyway, I happen to have a blazer that was delivered to me in the wrong size. My guess is that it’s divine plan, because I think it will fit you perfectly.” He walked to the racks of clothing and pulled out a deep-green blazer.
Seth touched the material. Butter. Shit, not his style. He shook his head. “I don’t need this. Thanks, though.”
Lindsey hooked the jacket on a display hanger and crossed his arms. “Listen, dear. You asked me to take you to this event. I’m also very interested in you capturing these horrible people. After all, their victims are my friends. So do this my way.” He pointed at the coat. “That jacket cost half your annual salary. No one is going to smell cop when I get through with you. They’ll talk to you because you’re a friend of mine and that’s all they need to know. Understand?”
Seth frowned. “What do I say when they ask what I do?”
“You work for the government in a classified capacity. End of story. You could tell them, but—”
“I’d have to kill them.” He cracked half a grin. “That’s pretty ingenious.”
“But of course.”
Lindsey laughed and walked over to the end table beside his couch, grabbed the remote, and pushed Play. Piano music filled the room. “Hmm, the Chopin Piano Concerto for striptease? Maybe not.” He clicked again to Cher lamenting gypsies, tramps and thieves. “Now my orientation is showing.” Another click and La Babs crooned her heart out. Perfect.
He strolled to the center of the room, grabbed his silk neck scarf, and slowly pulled it from around his neck. He fluttered it a couple of times, then gripped it in his teeth as he shrugged out of the green leather jacket and tossed it on top of Seth’s clothes. He’d worn a black form-fitting sweater underneath, which he gripped at the hem, and, as he ground his hips, he pulled it one tantalizing centimeter at a time up his body. For a moment the sweater covered his eyes, but when he peeked out below, Seth stared at him with a glassy gaze and parted lips. He threw the sweater on the pile and, still biting the scarf, ran its ends over his shoulders and pecs.
Seth’s stroking got serious. “Man, you are beautiful. Graceful and slim with all these cool muscles teasing under the surface.”
Lindsey drew his brows together. “Too far below the surface, if you ask me.”
“Nah. Just right.”
Lindsey rested his hands on his waistband and did a big hip roll. As he bumped forward, he unbuttoned the fly and slid the zipper of his black jeans just far enough to let the fat head of his penis peep over. “Peekaboo.”
Seth shook his head. “You are one mass of sexy contradictions.”
As Lindsey lowered the zipper farther over his briefs, Seth pumped harder. Lindsey shook a finger. “Uh-uh, don’t start without me.”
Seth tightened his grip but stopped pumping.
With the zipper down, Lindsey hooked his thumbs in the top of the pants and pulled them over his hips. No sliding—they were too tight. Still holding the scarf between his teeth like a rose, he slid the pants to his ankles, stepped out of his Gucci loafers, and then out of the pants.
His cock strained the elastic on the boxer briefs, and he slid the tip of his finger around and around the exposed head of his dick.
Seth smiled. “Can I do that for you?”
“Very soon.”
He turned his back to the hunk on his bed and looked over his shoulder with a flutter of lashes. Good, he was paying strict attention. Lindsey placed his hands on the small of his own back, slid them into the tight teal briefs, and dragged them over his butt. Two quick twerks, then he slipped them to his feet, kicked with one foot, and they flew through the air and landed on a floor lamp.
Seth laughed. “I’m dyin’ over here. This may be more of a dance than I bargained for.”
Lindsey gazed over his shoulder. “If you don’t like the floor show, sir, we’ll refund your cover charge.”
Seth held up one hand—the other still gripped his cock. “No complaints. Not one.”
Still with his back to Seth, Lindsey pulled the scarf from his teeth and tied a strategic bow. As Babs sang something about being a woman in love, Lindsey raised one arm above his head, twirled on one foot, and presented his cock forward tied in a lavender silk scarf.
Seth sputtered. “I don’t know whether to laugh or come!”
About the Author
Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her bestselling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soulmate husband and her soulmate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!You can find Tara at
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